Lo Key

Bitch I heat up the streets
Cost $ 200,000 for feats
You fuck niggas lie through y’all teeth
Niggas not shooting jumpers like me
Niggas not shining brighter than me
I reflect like the Sun on a sea (Yessir)
Fuck what you heard fuck what you think
I keep it low key like a camo tee
Been known to bang no beast
My Porsche is a spider no Stan no Lee
His whip still staying on E
I’m pushing exotic can’t stand on key (Duh)
That bitch ain’t staying won’t leave
I hit in the morning like Pam no P
I can tell she an L no T
Like a pill no P raising hell low key